The Old Man, In Sight of White Foaming Sea
The Old Man, In Sight Of White Foaming Sea
Of its beauty the old man was quite fond
breadth and depth of that massive ancient pond
Great sea rolling with its foaming white turf
behemoths on which daring young men surf
Old man sitting on favorite low hill
gazed down at sandy beach feeling that thrill
To be young with ice waters in his veins
rather than so lost in his daily pains
Brief moment, his heart saw young love again
with carefree life, no worries about sin
O' what gambles his heart would again take
but never her true love, would he forsake
As red-sun set, one final look taken
at first love, for his wife, now forsaken
Robert J. Lindley, 3-25-2017
Note: I started this sonnet last month, finally stopped being lazy and finished it today..
Rare for me to leave sonnets unfinished and I can not remember why I left this one about half complete..
Now that it is finished, I can only hope it may bring something positive/inspirational to its readers..
Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10
Total # Syllables: 140
Total # Words: 110
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